Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

Heph nodded her head, surprised to find herself agreeing but doing so good naturedly. "A few weeks and then I'm itching to stretch my legs again. But it's nice to have a place to return to I'll admit - vacation from a vacation so to speak." Her lips twitched at her own joke, but the thought did not linger. 

At hs mention that he was not from the sea she found herself in a similar boat. "mm me neither, wonder if any of it'll freeze over for the winter." It was strange, many of the wolves she had met on the coast did not seem native to it - while she found herself attached to her new home she was unsure of what drew so many wolves to unfamiliar shores with strange prey and odd landscapes.

Observing the prints herself she noted a few smaller tracks, lighter that may have indicated youth. It was hard to judge just exactly how big they were, perhaps a bit too old to be easy prey but she noted them all the same. In a tange it was hard for her to distinguish any particular injury.

When they came into view she slowed her approach, not wishing to spook them before she had a chance to assess the small gathering. She spotted the smaller among their number huddling near what she guessed were their mothers and on the outskirts of the herd a goat that may have been holding its leg slightly oddly if it weren't for the distance. "Hmmm think it has a limp?" Gesturing that way the doubt in her voice threaded through - if they got closer or got the herd moving it would become obvious quickly, but she was tempted to go for the easier prey and try to cut the kids from their parents.